Fuego III

monotony of emotions. That pure feeling is very much one
that fails to enliven, most often, I thought. At the counter
nails bitten display the usual commonplace anxiety. The
subtleness of rain falls against the window with cars
speeding by, whilst a murder happens somewhere on the
face of the planet, a rape... Perhaps harsh as that may be the
poetic nature of life lies there somewhere. The Alsatian
barks at another entering customer.
The deep melancholic feeling of saturated insanity is a
feeling that comes and goes, I thought, pouring more sugar
in the coffee. The hue so multicoloured and layered that the
colours are as if a Max Ernst Painting, luminous and bright.
Here whilst the sky is greyish blue, I am feeling at a total
loss. Lustfully in danger of deciphering needs from desires.
Night time sounds, moaning, words becoming things. Dust
on windowsills. Coffee spills on tables. Drifting through
thoughts as if careening out into an abyss that does not
exist. The man and Alsatian stand to leave...
note written — London, 2017
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